(Holt Marvell, Jack Strachey, Harry Link)
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces
An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you


A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me

When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings, but who's to answer

How the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you


How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me, they seem to bring you near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,

Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you